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"I'll see you tonight, yeah?" MJ asked Drake who was sat on his bike, the school having come to an end as the pupils left to carry on their lives.

"Who's going?" Drake asked as he looked at MJ, who scrunched her eyes up as she recalled the list. It was a little party that had been organised by MJ for no reason other than the fact that her auntie was gone for the week and so, wanted to get drunk. Currently she was not at the legal age to go out and did not have a fake ID to sneak into night clubs, so instead she was hosting a party at her house.

"All of my friends, except Peter who didn't want to come and you who still hasn't given me an answer despite me asking all week." The redhead gave Drake a stern look, not noticing Peter walking towards them.

Drake himself let his eyes flicker to Peter. MJ noticed Drake's gaze laying elsewhere and turned to look in the direction he was looking to see Peter walking towards them. "Oh, hey Peter." She greeted with a smile that Peter returned.

"Hey, MJ." Peter moved forward. "You trying to get Drake to agree to come to your party tonight?" He asked and MJ nodded her head with a frustrated look in her eyes.

"Yes, but this idiot," she pointed a thumb in Drake's direction. "Is being purposefully irritating and enigmatic." The white-haired teenager gave MJ one of his signature cheeky grins before standing up and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"MJ, I've told you, something might come up." He told her. "So, don't get your hopes up. I'll turn up if I can, but no promises." MJ gave him a light glare before relenting with a sign.

"Alright, but if you don't come you better make it up to me and I'm being serious this time. I won't forgive you just because you give me one of those apologetic smiles and sappy little speeches." She added to this point by crossing her arms and giving him a stern glare.

"Alright, I promise." Raising both hands up in a sign of surrender, Drake sat down back on his bike.

MJ then turned to Peter. "You sure you don't want to come, I've extended the invite to a certain blonde." Her voice took a little sing song tune to it and Peter flushed a light pink, which only made both of his friends smiles widen. "You're too easy, Peter." MJ laughed.

"N-no, I'm good." Peter muttered and MJ gave them both a wave before leaving. After a few moments of silence, Peter turned to Drake and noticed his gaze fixed on MJ's backside. "You didn't hear a word she said, did you?"

Chuckling, Drake shook his head. "Nope. She's hot when she tries to be all stern and stuff, not that she isn't always hot, but you get the picture." Tearing his gaze away from the sight of MJ's swinging hips, he looked at Peter. "Anyway, why we talking about me and her, we should be talking about bout you and Gwen Stacy."

"C'mon dude." Peter groaned as Drake chuckled. "Are you going to the party?"

"Like I told MJ, Peter, I'll try but something might come up." Drake said.

"I know, it's just... dude, even I can see how you feel about her, the way you look at her." Peter said, causing Drake to look at him with a raise eyebrow. "This could be your chance to ask her out. Plus, she's gonna get drunk at a party with her friends... who may end up bringing their guy friends with them and.. well, you get where I'm going with this, right?"

Drake's gaze darkened as he did know where Peter was going with this. He wasn't stupid or blind. MJ was a very beautiful girl and if she gets drunk, all it takes is some asshole fuelled by their raging hormones to take advantage of her and make her have sex against her will.

Dammit, he was going to go to that party tonight, wasn't he?

'Should be perfect.' Drake thought to himself as he was currently working on his latest project.. a ride for him to use when he was out in his superhero persona. He still needed to think up a name for his hero identity before the media does so. he wasn't going to be called something like 'The Crimson Swordsman' or the 'Sword-Man'.

He may wear a red coat, but that doesn't mean he wanted to be named after it or something like that.

He needed a name that could inspire hope in the those without it, fear in those who prey on the weak. A name that brings this. A name like...

"Sparda." Drake muttered, speaking his father's name. His father as a mighty demon swordsman who is known as the Legendary Dark Knight. Two thousand years prior to modern times, he "woke up to justice" and defeated Mundus and his legions alone.

Sparda's name sparked hope in the defenceless, the weak, the innocent because of his brave actions in defending humanity, it also sparked fear and hatred in the demons and enemies of Sparda.

And for Drake, Sparda was Drake's personal hero. So he would live up to his father's legacy... by taking up his name while fighting crime.

Demons call him Sparda anyway in relation to his father, since his last name would technically be Sparda but semantics.

Drake shook his head and got back to work on what he was doing, using a welder to put something together. He had to do a bit of stealing to get this technology, having stole a mix of technology from Oscorp and Stark Industries.

Hey, he was already working outside the law, what's wrong with thievery? It's not like he was going to do it for evil purposes.

'I should probably also work on a new mask and attire when I go out.' Drake thought with a determined nod as he continued working on his ride.

Short, but it gets the story moving, right?